"Ve, Germany!"
The aforementioned nation tried desperately to quell the twitching of his eyebrow as he calmly answered, "What is it Italy?"
"I got a new airline!"
"Really?" It wasn't often Veneciano would stray from the topics of futbol and pasta.
"Uh-huh. It's in Genoa!"
"That's great. What's it called?"
"GenItalia!"
A/N: Just in case you were wondering what Veneciano was doing at Ludwig's while his poor brother suffered in America.